The neon lights of the nightclub bled their intoxicating glow into the rainy street, stretching just beyond the threshold of the rowdy sounds of dance music and people. Inside the club, the music blared loud, and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes was potent; accompanying lonely souls who lingered around sticky tables, searching for pleasure. In the far corner, Fyodor sat alone, the bright and colorful lights caressing his face, defining his features as he surveyed the room